was like nothing she had ever encountered before. Ambrosia. Every decadent dessert and every illicit drug rolled into one heady bouquet. She nudged him back so that she could kneel up, the better to swallow his length and taste more of his delicious essence.
* * * *
Kasdeya didn’t bother to choke back his groans as she dipped her lovely, fey face and took him deep into her mouth. Being an exceptionally experienced lover, he knew that the sounds of his enjoyment would be a spur to her own. Regrettably, he wasn’t exaggerating the strength of his response. This little slip of a mortal was managing to do what countless Angels in Heaven and even more Fallen in Hell had been unable to accomplish: she was making him lose control.
“Damnation,” he hissed as her tongue flicked at the underside of his glans. One of her tiny hands slipped between his legs to cup the weight of his balls, which were tightening in anticipation of an explosive release.
His fingers tensed in her hair. He was torn. What he really wanted to do was thrust deeper down her throat and just give in to the pleasure, but he knew he had to push her away. After all, he was supposed to be seducing her, not the other way around.
“Stop,” he said, but his voice was too husky to be understood. He tangled his fists in her slinky locks and wrenched her off him, bringing her lips up to his. The taste of himself on her tongue rocked his control even further. Kasdeya snarled as he devoured her mouth, his own tongue becoming violent, demanding everything she had to give. He ground helplessly against the sleekness of her skin.
When Alexandra brought one slim thigh up around his waist to grant him the access he seemed to be asking for, he cursed and pushed her away. She sprawled back on the ebony silk, a look of confusion on her face. “You’ve had your taste,” he said, trying to will himself back to calm. “Now I will have mine.”
The confusion was replaced by a knowing feminine smile, the same look all women wore when they realized they were desired. Alexandra relaxed back into the sheets, her eyes falling half shut as she brought her hands up to cup her breasts. She and Kasdeya moaned in unison when her fingers found the sharp peaks of her cherry nipples, plucking them aggressively. Her thighs fell open, allowing him a glimpse of the hot-pink crease nestled within the lacy golden-brown thatch of her pubic curls. Kasdeya’s mouth went dry at the sight and he closed his eyes against it, against the temptation to take what was offered in every way known to man and in some ways not yet known.
At the dropping of his eyelids though, her pungent scent became his body’s stimulation of choice. Once again he opened his mouth, letting the delectable odor tantalize his palate.
“Well,” she urged. His eyes snapped open to see her thighs spread even further, her hips lifted up to him in enticement. “What are you waiting for?”
Control, he wanted to say. But there was no reason to grant her that truth.
“Patience, pet,” he murmured instead, lowering himself over her to lick her fingers, which were still restlessly kneading her small, proud breasts. She moved her hand away immediately, sliding it through his thick mane to the back of his skull, urging him closer. He smiled against her skin and took the pert little jewel of her nipple between his lips.
* * * *
Alex sighed in bliss, arching into his mouth. “Kasdeya,” she whispered, rolling the syllables in her mouth like a fine wine.
“My pet,” he said, trailing kisses across her chest to taste her other nipple.
“I’m not your—oh, Jesus!”
Kasdeya had bitten her. Not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to send pain flickering along her nerve endings. Pain that was immediately followed by the warm rush of pleasure.
“I’ll stop calling you my pet,” he said between long, rough licks, “when you stop calling me by my enemy’s name.”
“I wasn’t…” Her words faded away as his hands ended the descent they’d been making down her body at the apex of her thighs. Her muscles tensed in expectation. He didn’t make her wait. With no preamble, his hands dipped lower, pushing her legs hard to the side so that she was splayed like a starfish. His thumbs caressed the creamy, damp creases where soft skin met soft hair, and then they darted inward, spreading her wide.
“Chri—” she exclaimed, but the word strangled in her throat.
Kasdeya gave her breast one final kiss and then tilted his head to regard her with amusement as his mouth followed the trail his hands had blazed. “Did you say something?” he asked, his warm breath stirring the curls of her sex.
Alex shook her head.
“Are you sure, pet?” He was so close now that she felt his lips form the words.
“No, damn you,” she gasped, pushing up into his mouth.
With a soft laugh, Kasdeya admitted he may have been mistaken before thrusting his tongue deep inside her slick center.
“Oh Go—” Once again, Alex cut herself off. This was going to be hard. She was an “Oh God” kinda gal when things got going. Rifling through her mind for a safe word—she was vocal, she had to be able to moan something—while Kasdeya lapped at her, was a lesson in wicked distraction. “Fuck,” she hissed, both in response to her internal query and in response to the external stimuli of the dark man’s thumbs rotating in tandem over her distended clit, first one and then the other. His tongue had set up a strong rhythm, surging again and again into her molten core. It felt much longer and thicker than any tongue had a right to be; Alex was sure she could feel it brushing her cervix each time it delved inside.
“Oh fuck!” she said again, happy with the way the word sounded in her mouth. Her hands tightened on what she, at first, thought were Kasdeya’s shoulder blades. But no; they were too high, too downy soft.
She raised her head to see her fingers embedded in the thick midnight feathers of his wings. Just then, his hands slipped around to cup her ass and lift her up to his lips. His thumbs were replaced by the strong suction of his mouth and the lash of that sandpaper tongue. Alex gave up caring where the hell her hands were, just using them to hang on as she was catapulted into the most soul-shattering orgasm of her life.
* * * *
Kasdeya drank from her greedily. When she started to descend from the first plateau of pleasure, he moved up, ever so slightly, and pushed down with his tongue, sliding the small swollen hood over her spasming nub, decreasing the intensity just enough to send her soaring again.
“Fuck!” she cried for about the tenth time in the last minute. He repressed a chuckle. Apparently, his little Summoner became rather monosyllabic when deprived of God’s name. He thought about the word “fuck” as she came down from her second climax, shuddering and moaning, her sweat-sheened thighs pressed tight to his ears. Was the word Dutch in origin? Perhaps German. Whichever it was, it certainly seemed to be a versatile word. His Prince had taken to using it rather profusely himself in the last hundred years.
Kasdeya shrugged off the idle thought and again switched positions with his tongue. Her clitoris would be too sensitive now for any direct stimulation, but the rest of her pretty, puffy sex was fair game and so responsive with the fresh engorgement of blood. He readied her for a third climb, tracing the butterfly spread of her inner lips, and then pausing to beat a rapid tattoo on the sensitive spot just inside of her now incredibly tight channel. When he’d first started, she had been nicely firm. Not virginal, but
